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IS I ha’e seven braw new gowns,

and ither seven better to mak,

And yet for a' my braw new gowns,

my wooer has turned his back;

Besides, I ha'e seven milk ky,

and Sandy he has but three;

And yet for a' my good milk ky

the laddie winna ha'e me.

My daddie's a delver of dykes,

my mither can card and spin,

And I'm a fine sadgel lass,

and the siller comes linkin in,

The siller comes linkin in,

and it is fu' fair to see,

And fifty times wow! O wow!

what ails the lads at me!

When ever our Baty does bark,

then fast to the door! rin,

To see gin ony young spark,

will light and venture but in;

But never a ane comes in,

though mony a ane gaes by,

Syne far ben the house I rin:

and a weary wight am I.

When I was at my first pray'rs,

I pray'd but anes i' the year,